You ready to roast these blunts
I got iron lungs, sucker emcees can get sunned/
Never stunting without working these darts
Making minds looks first before rip bars/
Short jokes get subpar so you ribbed on
Broke your shackles, and watch you get ripped and mangled
Watch them bangles that dangle trying to shield ya from agents/
I ain’t hating I’m just making truth outta the booth
You trying to show and prove, so make ya next move/

stone cold, i break the mold
freaks the fold, caste system ya chastize
i bastardize rapidly rip though tacklers with
mickey and mallory emcees face me in my art gallery/

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Originally Posted by whers

I'll Be Viewing Portraits You Can't See While We Listening To Silent Emcees

paint color fictionalize in life, divine mist valley types be desert mongrels
get authored by valient mayors of there own friction to smart to be fiction
get kicked out of English class for poor diction

^^ The Bible to me is basically an Epic Tale of Science Fiction//If Christ died in the Electric Chair Christians would pray to a fucking Chair instead of a Cross right ? A technically lesser violent modern day form that's equivalent to Crucifixion ?

^^ The Bible to me is basically an Epic Tale of Science Fiction//If Christ died in the Electric Chair Christians would pray to a fucking Chair instead of a Cross right ? A technically lesser violent modern day form that's equivalent to Crucifixion ?

Indiana Jones of rhyming, bust relics of rappers get tombstone pile drive
on the canvas, break minds divide by time when cats think there duelist
i pull of my greatest magic trick and banish them to SHADOW REALM!!!!
FOR ALL EXISTENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/

Indiana Jones of rhyming, bust relics of rappers get tombstone pile drive
on the canvas, break minds divide by time when cats think there duelist
i pull of my greatest magic trick and banish them to SHADOW REALM!!!!
FOR ALL EXISTENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/

torture the flesh of resting remnants,
testament to the pleasure of psychotic gene sequences
M.C. Sinister in three sentences,
the Soul Sorcerer eating souls of Lui Kang apprentices

torture the flesh of resting remnants,
testament to the pleasure of psychotic gene sequences
M.C. Sinister in three sentences,
the Soul Sorcerer eating souls of Lui Kang apprentices

apprentices are needed to darth you up vader
said no the sith emperor ever/
i'm a starkiller, spit distillery willed thriller
back to being that type of cruel villain/
my intention is the invention concept to predict
what cha couldn't even conduct without an orchestra/

orchestra pits, aligned with the forces of sin
form corroded and bent,
ghosts tormented by the performances of pens

post it notes quoted magical seals unveiled by the daggers i weld
yield to know one, man,moon, sun or child
i am vile throughout the nine realm
like thor i abhore violence
only vigilance is needed
to heed the creed
of greedyness
just another
deadly sin
come to life

one of seven born,
my breakfast is foe's flesh, severed and torn
burned, embellished and worn,
I stand corrected as Satan's scorn

born to live, dying off the quicker than stats can predict
speak on the land, open your hand
smoke cans get cha grass
cash in your credits
your still in debt
just relinquish
in distinguish
lavish marvel
hades in hating
fade these
made these
seen through
these lenses
sentence
through
relentlessness
so just take
this text
and attempt
to edit it
like an editorial
making it an obituary
spitting spiritual
ethereal to anything in stereo